Talk to Us

Episode #3 of Teh IntarWeb's most lovable podcast -- featuring such playahs as Cristiano Midnight, Aimee Weber, Lordfly Digeridoo, SNOOPYBrown Zamboni and myself -- is now available over at Johnny Ming's site, where, Johnny also reports, there have already been more than 1,000 downloads of the first three shows.

If you want to get involved in this kind of hot pundit-on-pundit action, dial on over to the SecondCast site and send Johnny an email. He's looking for fresh voices, understandably. Till then, we look forward to hearing what you have to say.

Comments

[Mr. F]

Wow, people actually download and listen to that?

[Eboni Khan]

I can't understand why people are supposed to care what these people think. I listened to the first one and all the slumber party like giggling almost gave me a headache.

Ego much?

[Prokofy Neva]

I listened to the third while I was copy-editing a document. I was surprised to hear that this Johnny Ming didn't ask any questions. He just opened the mike and let everybody babble on. He didn't "moderate". So maybe his editing is to be appreciated. But he didn't sort of Charlie-Rose it, if you know what I mean (and I personally find Charlie Rose too intrusive, but it gets the job done).

Were there any surprises in store, hearing people's real life voices? I wasn't surprised to hear that Cristiano's RL voice is the same smug, self-satisfied, "I'm above reproach" kind of know-it-all that he is on the forums. It's not just what he *says*. It's the tone. Lordfly sounded more youthful and naive than his cynical persona would indicate -- and again, it's not just what he SAYS but the TONE. Listen to it, and you'll figure out what I mean.

[joe public]

"I wasn't surprised to hear that Cristiano's RL voice is the same smug, self-satisfied, "I'm above reproach" kind of know-it-all that he is on the forums."

Why don't you get on it? I can't wait to hear what type of smug, self-satisfied, "I'm above reproach" kind of know-it-all hectoring "bag" lady you sound like!

Probably like a frakkin jackhammer outside your window when you wake up with a cracking bourbon hangover...